CH 50
The Man Who Married a Tyrant
He Zheng guessed that if he could really go back, he wouldnât spend too much time with Fang Tianzhuo. He knew his brother well, and no matter what he promised him, he would fill his words, but all he said was that he found a way and would do his best to do it.
With this thought, Fang Tianzhuo suddenly became good in his eyes again. He nestled in Fang Tianzhuoâs arms, touched his chin and said, âNext time my brother comes, can you let him in? Donât hurt him? â
Fang Tianzhuo said coldly, âDonât let him come at night.â
âBut he canât get in during the day.â
âLet him come to me.â
He Zheng always felt that his words were full of rage, and he began to turn his neck angrily. Fang Tianzhuo suddenly pressed his head with one hand, and He Zheng shook his head hard, but Fang Tianzhuoâs hand was too strong for him to move at all. He pushed the hand hard, saying, âIâve suffered so much since I came to your mortal world. Itâs already so difficult for my brother to visit me just like visiting a prison. What else do you want? Why should I call you? Touch my brotherâs finger, and Iâll fight with you! â
Fang Tianzhuoâs brow locked deeply: âHe is not only your brother but also an assassin. You have a private meeting with two[1]Â men at night. What does it look like when it gets out?â
He Zheng was even angrier: âWhat are you talking about! You â¦â¦ You let go of my head! The little prince is going to be angry! ï¼â
Fang Tianzhuo saw his white face turned red because of anger, he let go his eyes alert, he tried to hit hist chest.
Fang Tianzhuo: ââ¦â
He knew that He Zheng had never been trustworthy.
He Zhengâs eyes were somewhat wronged when he failed to hit his chest. He is his elder brother, and he confessed to Fang Tianzhuo. How could this man do this!
Fang Tianzhuo looked at him silently for two seconds and found that his expression became angrier, more and more aggrieved, and hesitantly brought back the head that he had dodged.
He Zhengâs head slammed into his chest, and Fang Tianzhuo closed his eyes and let out a sigh gently, saying, âI can allow him to come in the daytime, but he is not only your brother, so be careful.â
He Zheng looked at his red forehead, touched his own, relieved, and asked, âDoes your majesty mean you donât trust me to meet him alone?â
Fang Tianzhuo said, âExactly.â
âWhat is it? I donât understand. â He Zheng deliberately asked, âCan your majesty be more specific?â
Fang Tianzhuo looked at him, and He Zheng stared at him for a while, then whispered, âWhy is it so difficult to hear you say something nice?â
Fang Tianzhuo got up and said, âGet out of bed and have dinner.â
He Zheng sat motionless: âImmortals donât talk about eating, but mortals talk about eating.â
Fang Tianzhuo looked over again. He Zheng stretched, got up, put on his shoes and grabbed his sleeve. He said sullenly, âIâll eat. Why are you always so fierce?â
He doesnât know if itâs because he is going to return soon. He Zheng has always been in a good mood when looking at Fang Tianzhuo. He looks at him while grilling rice, and pulls the stool closer to him. Suddenly, he sighs, âWhat should I do? The little prince has a temper and doesnât want to eat. He wants his father to feed him.â
Nanmen Liang saw your majestyâs hand holding the bowl paused, his eyelid jumped, always feel this He Shanshou ever since going out for a trip became more snobby and arrogant.
Fang Tianzhuo ignored him. He Zheng touched his stomach and put his face sideways on the table. He looked at him with round eyes and muttered, âThe little prince is starving. Why doesnât his father feed his son and minister? Heâs so hungry and hungry.â
Fang Tianzhuo prevented Nanmen Liang from continuing to distribute vegetables. âStep down.â
He Zheng immediately sat up straight, thinking that he would eat. Why should he be fed? The child in his belly havenât been treated properly yet!
Fang Tianzhuo put the food in his bowl, He Zhengâs face rolled back and forth on the table, and then he looked at him, âThe little prince still has no hands, so he must be fed to his mouth by his father. Ah-â
Fang Tianzhuo frowned, âDonât push your luck.â
He Zheng closed his mouth, picked up his chopsticks unhappily, and suddenly tossed his head and hit him on the shoulder with his head. The [eople around silently take a deep breath, but Fang Tianzhuo slowly sighed, and finally put a dish in a bowl and then sent it to his mouth.
He Zheng suddenly beamed, aware that he looked at himself coldly, and suppressed it.
Forget it, Iâm not angry with you. Anyway, Iâll go back soon. As for you Fang Tianzhuo, just wait to cry.
After a meal, Fang Tianzhuo didnât leave, so He Zheng pulled him to play flying chess[2]. Fang Tianzhuo quickly mastered the rules under his description. Five minutes later, He Zheng suffered a fiasco.
He chuckled and glared, âYou cheated.â
âI didnât.â
âYou must have controlled the sieve with martial arts.â
Fang Tianzhuo wondered, âWhy should I use martial arts for such a trivial matter?â
He Zheng took the chess piece back and said, âThen you must have used internal force.â
âI didnât.â
âYou have! Otherwise, how can you win so fast? â He Zheng said, âChange, I want to use red.â
Fang Tianzhuo rubbed his forehead, he really donât know what whimsical ideas are in He Zhengâs mind. This kind of chess doesnât need his skills to play. This time, He Zheng won, his eyes lit up, and he said, âIt seems that I misunderstood you.â
Fang Tianzhuo glanced at him, and when he started to put the chess back again, he squeezed the sieve boredly and turned it around. Click, turn to six, turn again, click, turn to six again⦠He Zheng stared blankly at it a dozen times, and without exception, it was all six.
His eyes, slowly questioning: âYou must have used internal force.â
Fang Tianzhuo was helpless: âItâs a skill.â
He Zheng moved: âCan I learn?â
Fang Tianzhuo nodded, âCome.â
He Zheng immediately moved over and sat in his arms. Fang Tianzhuo circled him cross-legged, his lips pressed against his ears, and whispered, âSo, look at the numbers you want, see them clearly, and then â¦â
Teaching failure.
He Zhengâs cheerful face slowly became impatient. âWhy is it so difficult?â
ââ¦â He never expected that He Zheng would be so clumsy.
He Zheng shook his head: âIf you donât study, you will be discouraged.â
âtry again.â
âDifficult!â
âThen last time.â
He Zheng pressed down the rising irritability in his heart, breathed out to hold the sieve again, gently rubbed his fingertips, and turned six.
âï¼â
Try again, and make another six.
âï¼â
After six consecutive turns, he lifted his face excitedly and said, âI learned? ï¼â
Fang Tianzhuo bent his lips, and He Zhengâs heart suddenly quickened. He hugged Fang Tianzhuoâs neck and rubbed him, softly saying, âItâs very kind of your majesty.â
Itâs a pity that heâs going to go back soon. He is really worried that heâll cry too miserably.
âWell, enough fun, I should go.â
He Zheng hugged him and said softly, âWhen will you come again?â
âI wonât come tonight.â
âWhy?â
Fang Tianzhuo rarely explains why to people, and everyone around him will carefully guess his thoughts. No one dares to ask him.
But He Zheng obviously didnât know what he shouldnât ask. He stared at the other personâs transparent eyes and said, âI have a business.â
He Zheng asked, âCanât you come after?â
Nanmen Liang began to feel calluses in his ears. This He Shanshou is really ignorant. His Majesty obviously did not want to say more.
Fang Tianzhuo gently hugged He Zheng and whispered, âWhat can I do if Zhengâer is so clingy?â
He Zheng saw the unhappiness in his eyes and silently let go.
Fang Tianzhuo picked him up and put him aside, and leave.
He Zheng sat by the chess piece, silently picked up the sieve, and turned for a good half-day, but it didnât turn to a six.
This son of a bitch, when he is willing to make people happy, is quite likable, but what is sacred is unpredictable. If he is angry, he will be angry.
He Zheng felt his stomach and laid down on the couch. Itâs better to go home. He really wants to see his brother again, so hurry home.
Fang Tianzhuo is not worth his liking at all, not at all.
The man sat in the sedan chair and closed his eyes. Thinking of He Zhengâs last expression, he gently touched his knuckles and said, âHave I gone too far?â
Nanmen Liang froze and whispered, âNo, your majesty has been so gracious. How many can there be in the whole world? Itâs just that He Shanshou is too ignorant, and your majesty doesnât have to take it personally. â
But Zheng Er ⦠seems sad.
Fang Tianzhuo frowned and said, âItâs hot. Later, prepare some frozen fruits for He Shanshou to relieve the summer heat.â
âThe slave wrote it down.â
Suddenly he said, âDonât let it be too cold.â
Ever since He Zheng knew he could go back, his work and rest have been very good. If there is no disturbance, he will sleep all night. But tonight, it is obvious that someone is disturbing him. First, he heard the creaking sound of the window being pushed open, then the sound of the sword. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and heard someone shouting, âThere is an assassin! Catch the assassin! ï¼â
It was a mess outside.
He Zheng immediately sat up. âSomebody, somebody!â
When the door was pushed open, Shunyi and Nan Jing came to help him. He Zheng went out, just in time to see Fang Tianzhuo kick the man in black. The man was quickly held down by the guards who arrived. He hurried forward, and before he spoke, Fang Tianzhuo said, âItâs not him.â
Itâs not my brother ⦠He Zheng was relieved. Fang Tianzhuo lost his sword. He came over and picked him up. He whispered coldly, âItâs cold at night, so why donât you put on a robe for He Shanshou?â
The servants knelt down in surprise, and He Zheng said, âI was too anxious. Donât blame them.â
âGo down and get twenty boards each person.â
He Zheng exclaimed, âWait, no, your majesty, Iâm fine again ⦠letâs have a board for each person. If they died, we have to change people. Iâll be uncomfortable.â
âJust do as what He Shanshou said.â
A group of people knocked on the ground one after another: âThank you for your kindness!â
He Zheng was put on the bed, silently huddled inside, and asked, âDidnât your majesty say he wouldnât come today?â
âIâm busy until the third night today, and I was going to rest, but a ghostly messenger came again.â In fact, he was thinking about it, and he felt more and more that He Shanshou seemed sad today, and quietly came to the yard to see him, not wanting to encounter an assassin.
âWhat a coincidence, Your Majesty. If it werenât for you, I might have died.â
Fang Tianzhuo frowned.
He Zheng lay down and said, âWill your majesty go back tonight?â
Fang Tianzhuo said, âIâll rest here.â
He Zheng gave up his seat, and Fang Tianzhuo take off his coat to bed, reaching for him. He Zheng was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, âYour Majesty, have you ever thought about what to do if I really donât exist one day? Will you miss me? â
âWhy? Is Zhengâer really going back to be an immortal? â
âWho knows?â He Zheng said, âAnyway, I donât like it here. Today, an assassin will come, and tomorrow, someone will poison me. I donât even know if I can give birth to the little prince safely. Your Majesty, have you thought about this? If one day the doctor too much asks you, do you want me or the little prince? â
âZhengâer was frightened today â¦â
He Zheng interrupted him grumpily: âYes, yes, yes, I am frightened. I talk nonsense. Your Majesty, donât take it personally. I will accompany you all my life.â
He rolled over and showed only his back, and suddenly his body was held tight again. Fang Tianzhuo remained silent for a long time and said slowly, âIf you are uneasy, you will be moved to my bedroom tomorrow, and with my protection, Zhengâer and the little prince will surely be safe.â
He Zheng didnât speak. He propped himself up to look, only to see that the other party had fallen asleep.
Fang Tianzhuo looked at him for a while, reached out and touched his cheek and kissed it. He left his tender lips in his mouth, and carefully hugged the person again. He added, âI have the best Hospital in the world, and Zhengâerr and the little prince will be fine.â
No one answered. He Zheng slept softly and sweetly beside him.
He kissed the top of the manâs hair in his arms, and there was a word that he wanted to ask but was afraid to ask.
If there is an opportunity? Will you really leave me?
No, before that, Iâll kill you. Youâre not going anywhere.
He closed his eyes and gently tightened his arms.
Youâre mine, and you can only be mine.
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